fickle and frayed....
Familiar places and familiar sounds always bring back memories of forgotten youth and twisted hearts. Broken glass runs like track marks on the ground and the smell of fresh blood lingers in the air. The two fateful romantics lose there breath as they run away from the noise and confusion that is everyday life. In a heap on the floor with only each others arms as a source of heat they cling on to what they think might be there last shard of hope that the future may become a sweeter place for the emotions that burn so strongly at their outer layers and begin to show themselves to the mass public awaiting their funerals. Chants grow louder and tears begin to flow. Heartbreak has never been so beautiful. Stars shine on their cursed heads as the sound of the masses grows louder. All they are is skin and bone, twisted and torn, broken and worn, no hope for the future as they lye in dismay. The crystal container begins to glimmer under the moonlight and the lovers breathe a sigh of relief. Filling their bodies with the sweet feeling of freedom they lye breathless and together. Under the stars, under the moon, filled with love yet so much doom. Why must certain types of love be "wrong", at the end of the day if you don't name both lovers as being of the same sex many would find such a tale of love beautiful but as soon as same sex is involved people turn in disgust. The world is full of such fickle people to the point I feel physically sick. I've been thinking alot lately at the state of our society, in a time where punk rock is once again fashionable and gay bars are the new places to be why is it still that some people hold such nazi values. People have always and will always disgust may, but I suppose there needed as if they werent here then who would I have to rant about?